Pretty smile
lights my
way
looking through
at the
crescent
Mystery
of life
teardrops
and
moonbeams
tender kisses
and
moonbeams
Lost for
a moment
in the
moonbeam
the dreams
the hopes
the sorrows
memories
of joy
and
laughter
I remember
under the
moonbeam…
Walking a
path
watching
for snakes
seeking a
path
that speaks
to my soul~
Day in
Day out
free falling
into
despair
unsatisfied
who cares~
Life is
short
do you
dare…
Seek
Speak
free falling
do you take
the road
not taken…
free
falling~
The sun
rose today
a gift
I awoke
this day
a gift
I watched
the sunrise
a gift
I listened
to the
bluebirds
sing
a gift
I am
surrounded
by love
from the
two legged
and four
a gift
I hold
joy, love
and peace
in my
heart
a gift
another day
to read
to write
to walk
to laugh
I am
thankful
for
the greatest
gift…
The wheel
is turning
the clock
is ticking
the light
is changing
The dark
side of
the moon~
temperatures
dropping
animals
preparing
leaves falling
A time
to slow
a time
to stew
a time
to reflect
and rest
Welcome
sweet
Autumn…
Another year
around the sun
another year
to live
and love
another year
to learn
and grow
another year
to laugh
and heal
another year
some tears
may fall
another year
of standing
tall.
May I live
to see
another year
and never
forget that
another year
is the
greatest gift
of all…
I look
to the
past
and
dream
about
the
future.
I see
myself
living
my
dream
as
I live
in a
nightmare.
WHEN!
I cry…
when
will
the
pages
turn
when
can
I live
my dream…
Days roll by
blurring
Dinners roll by
blurring
Donuts roll by
blurring
Time
blurs
Eyes
blur
Memories
blurred
Edges
are
blurred.
perhaps,
that’s
a good
thing.
to live
a focused
life
We must
embrace
the
blurs…
I had a dream
once…
it faded away.
I have new dreams
now…
but they live
in the clouds.
I watch them
float by
gliding
shifting
always
changing
moving
flowing
gathering
disappearing
and so
it goes
the ebb
and flow
of the
dreaming
clouds…
always and forever
Queen of flowers…
A good man
passed today.
You may not
know him
but
you know men
like him.
Strong and steady
Kind and warm
hearted
Quiet unless he
was happy or
angry.
A gentleman
in every sense
of the word.
He had his
struggles
He fought his
demons
He was a
Rock,
He lived his
name,
Peter.
Goodbye Uncle Pete
You are loved,
You will be missed…
Peter Anthony Bertolo
12/30/53-8/10/24
